Free One Wild Vegas Night by SJ Thomas Page B

warmth that seemed to go straight between her thighs. For a few moments she’d actually forgotten to breathe.
    He exuded sex, and she hadn’t missed the heated way he was looking at her. Male attention still made Hannah nervous, the automatic fear of what it could lead to still with her, and there was something almost hungry about the way this man looked at her. Such need should have scared her even more, but she felt her body’s reaction; her skin became flushed and desire pulsed through her.
    Trying not to stare, she dropped her gaze, but continued to watch him from underneath her lashes, savoring this unfamiliar feeling—the instant spark of attraction that could lead to naked bodies tangled together, arms wrapped around each other, pleasured moans mingling, hot skin sliding against hot skin between the sheets.
    As he drew closer, she forced herself to stay seated, though her heart was thudding in her chest and her breathing was speeding up. Her fear must have showed on her face because as he approached he slowed, his lips curled up into a broad smile, his expression became warm and genuine, his body language said, “I won’t hurt you.” He stopped in front of the table and looked down at her with eyes she could now see were a deep green.
    “Hello.” His voice was deep and accented—Spanish, she thought—and it was undeniably sexy, making her stomach flutter.
    “Hi,” she managed to reply, sure that her voice was nothing more than a squeak.
    “May I join you?”
    She swallowed. Come on, Hannah, this is what you’re here for. Put the past behind you. But even with that mantra running through her mind, she had to force herself to answer.
    “Yes, of course.” He took the seat opposite, rather than the seat right next to her, and the solid presence of the table between them gave her an edge of confidence. “Thank you for the drink.” She nodded at her glass.
    His lips curled. “You are very welcome.” He held out his hand. “My name is Solomon Martinez, but please call me Sol.”
    “Hannah Evans.” She took his hand, noticing the strength of his grip and the tingle that seemed to flash along her body from the contact.
    “I am very pleased to meet you, Hannah. Are you staying here in the hotel?”
    “Yes, you?”
    He nodded. “Yes, I have a suite. And are you…waiting for anyone?”
    She shook her head. “No. I’m here on my own.”
    With an incredibly suggestive smile, he leaned forward slightly. “Well I’m surprised a woman as lovely as you is here alone, but I’m very glad.”
    Oh, it was a smooth line, expertly delivered in his seductive accent, and she couldn’t help but feel a feminine thrill from the compliment. She rewarded him with a full smile and something heated flashed in his eyes in response.
    “So, what brings you to Las Vegas?”
    Oh, boy. How to answer that without sounding crazy or desperate or both?
    “I’ve…” She let out a deep breath. “Let’s just say I’m starting a new chapter in my life and I’m celebrating my first night of freedom.”
    Sol arched a brow. “Well, that’s very cryptic. Care to elaborate?”
    Her expression became serious. “No. If you don’t mind, no I don’t.”
    Sol’s eyes widened at her answer, but then he shrugged his broad shoulders. “All right.”
    Smiling, Hannah felt her panic start to ebb, relieved he wasn’t going to pry. “And you. What brings you here?”
    Sol’s face dropped for a second, his expression turning…bleak. “Well I’m about to take on a new role with lots of responsibility, so you could say I’m celebrating my last night of freedom.”
    His choice of words was odd and she almost asked what he meant, but she hadn’t shared her reasons for being here, so she was not going to push him for answers. Tonight was about no questions and no regrets. She picked up her glass and held it toward him. “So, to freedom, then?”
    His expression lightened instantly, his lips curled into a sexy smile, and he clinked